Corpses littered the front of the cave, numbering more than ten corpses. Every single one of them had a hole in their head, a hole that could perfectly fit a knife. If a stranger came, they would think that a massacre transpired, a definite bloodbath, some would say. Unfortunately, he lives in this world now, so that would mean such occurrences are the norm.
Quagmire's breaths within the past minutes were countless and heavy; as the temperature of his body continuously rose, his very own body resisted, and even the cold, damp air from the outside and inside the cave seemed to be helping him control the temperature.
With his one and final breath before losing his vision, he was finding a place to sit down and wait out the night until daybreak. Surely, there wouldn't be any more ghouls coming after him. After all, he had already cleared the areas around himself; not only that, he screamed earlier and only had one go after him, that, unfortunately, was the one that screwed him up, which meant there were no more ghouls around him.
Thus, with peace of mind, he finally was able to sit down and let go of his consciousness as he drifted into sleep and into his subconsciousness.
In the dark realm of subconsciousness, Quagmire found himself running towards something. He does not know why he is running, yet he feels like he needs to run towards what is in front of him. With each step he took, the heavier he felt, it was as if something was weighing him down.
There were no physical constraints he could find around himself, yet it was so heavy that he felt like giving up. Nevertheless, he steeled himself and ran as fast as he could. After all, if he felt the thing that he was running towards was important, then he needed to get into it.
"!!!" As he stared at his front, he was suddenly baffled by a person who appeared at the place where he was supposed to be. However, as time passed by, more and more people appeared before him.
Then, as if fate was mocking him, a gate appeared in between them, as the darkness started to advance towards on all sides. His heart and emotions started to rumble all around inside him. Irregular beating, heavy breathing, and the flushing of adrenaline, it was all happening at the same time.
"No." Quagmire pleaded, but no one answered him in the eternal consuming darkness that was all around him.
With hasty steps he took, fearing the things that were about to happen, he stretched out his hands. However, things were getting much and much heavier, as chains suddenly appeared behind him, shackling both his body, legs, and foot. It was now difficult to move and I was only able to reach out.
The eternal darkness was advancing quickly, consuming everything that is on sight. He glanced from side to side and forced himself to move, to no avail; nothing worked. Unfortunately, the darkness was already near, and as he was about to be consumed, a light appeared.
Unfortunately, the light was not there for him. He stared at the light and saw the people that were on the other side of the gate were shining as the look turned their backs on him. Then suddenly, the gates slammed closed, and the eternal darkness advanced with haste, consuming him along with everything in the world.
He was consumed, however; he felt the foundation that he was standing on suddenly give out. He started to fall. He could not see if he was really falling, but he was certainly feeling it. He groaned as wounds suddenly started to appear around his body; he felt an inexplicable amount of pain that he could faint anytime; unfortunately, he could not make himself so, as he did not even know what was happening; after all, only darkness was all around him.
No sound, no vision, no smell. He could not feel his body; it was all in the mind; everything was happening in the mind.
However, as he was about to lose sanity, he suddenly woke up, and found himself facing a mirror. Glancing at the mirror, he found himself, his younger self, a haughty young man, filled with pride to fight for his motherland and angry at everything that did not belong to his country. He was that type of man in the past.
Suddenly, their expression in the mirror turned pale as they looked in horror at the things they saw. He was confused about why and observed his past self. He saw himself breathing heavily with fear and shock, evidently present on his face.
Still confused, he looked around, but then his eyes suddenly landed on his hands, and there he saw it was filled with blood and flesh. Shock struck him all over; he looked around, and his clothes and even his face were filled with blood. He could not see himself, only his younger self; he was confused; he wanted to see what was happening to him, to no avail.
Then, as he was panicking, everything suddenly changed, which included the scenery, and he now found himself to be the one in the mirror. He glanced around, corpses littered around him, until he felt he was holding something in his hand. There was a pistol, the very first Mark 1 Pistol. He was confused, then his eyes darted beyond the pistol.
The pistol was releasing a transparent smoke, and he looked over it and saw that there was a soldier with a hole in his head. He had just shot another person. Shocked, he took a step back; he glanced around and saw it was a complete battlefield.
Tanks move about everywhere, gunning down people, men of all ages running across the land, shooting in every direction, then suddenly came the shrieking sound of a dive bomber, an invention of the new warfare and doctrines as well as the domination of the skies.
His breathing started to increase, and his face turned paler as the seconds passed by. He glances from side to side, but then he suddenly heard the sound of a gun being cocked. He looked in the direction and saw the man that he had just shot, with empty eyes and a hole in his head; the man aimed his rifle towards Quagmire.
"N-" He was shot before he was even able to finish his plead
However, instead of being thrown back into eternal darkness, he heard a sound, and he started to open his eyes to see a window appear before him.
[Daybreak Has Come]
[Twilight Of The Red Moon, Has Ended]